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demwhore · 4 years

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Maniac (Mark Lee.)

pairing | Mark Lee x Female Reader | greaser! mark | soc! reader description: After a sudden drink at the West side with your soc friends, alcohol kicked in your senses; showed up at your ex boyfriend’s home, alone, carrying a shovel and a rose. words | 4k genre | young adult fiction, smut warnings | language, drinking, scenes of making-out, violence. this is a problematic fic because it is based on the novel “The Outsiders” a/n | I do not condone the actions depicted in this fic. This is written for fictional purposes only. I dedicate this to @xuxi-rolls [i love u, thank u] to @hyuck-me [hi min thank you!] and @bumblebeenct [thank you for proofreading the trash ver.] this was rushed. i apologize. taglist | @renjunlite @mjlkau @xyyydream @jungcity ps | my muse for this is maniac by conan grey

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There are always two sides of everything. Two sides to every coin. For example, in a neighborhood; there is an east side and a west side. There is a fine line between the two, and that is exactly the world you live in. You are a Soc (pronounced as Soches, or short for Socials), as fancy as it is, that is what they call it. This meant that you lived on the west side of the neighborhood; together with other wealthy Socs. Mainly the jocks, cheerleaders, or snobs. The Socs despised the Greasers, so much— to the point, after seeing one, they would either end up slashing out each other’s throats with their fancy switchblades or to get into an old-fashioned fist-fight.

Greasers. One world but it possesses a lot of definitions. Quite notorious. They were known to be problematic, criminals, a bunch of chaotic guys who always flunk their classes just to smoke and drink, hair literally drenched in grease with leather jackets and ripped jeans. A typical James Dean. They are situated on the East side of the neighborhood. Considered poor, not low-class but, poor, poorer than any Socs, poorer than any of the people alive. They merely survive by committing crimes, or when they are lucky enough— jobs at gasoline stations.

Greasers. People who have trouble chasing after their tails, and adding to the list, they really have a distinct vocabulary. Which always surprises you. “What’ya try’na do Soc?”

Greasers were known for their bad reputation but even so, you ended up falling in love with one. His name was Mark Lee. It all started when you were about to head home from a night out at the drive-in theater, when Jacob, a Soc that also went to your school, ended up harassing you to be his girl. Wanting to butter your ‘muffins’ since they weren’t buttered at all. You didn’t know what he was trying to imply, but it didn’t seem right and appeared insulting on your part. Mark’s gang happened to cross the path you were taking, and heard your distressed yells of ‘stay away from me’ that Jacob did not seem to understand. The first meeting with Mark wasn’t that extravagant like how prince Philip met Aurora in the forest, it was rather dark; full of sweat, blood, and switchblades. You heard the yells of Mark’s gang telling him to stay the hell out of the Soc’s business but he could see that Jacob just wouldn’t stop and you were on the verge of tears. Mark knew what to do. He had Jacob down in a second. Jacob tried to fight to get loose; he even did for a few seconds before Mark tightened his hold. Jacob laid still, swearing at the greasers between gasps. Then, things turned bad, when Jacob stabbed Mark’s shin with his switchblade. In the end however, it was Jacob who went home ruined and blue.

“Are you all right, uhm, Socs?” Soc.

You nodded. “Yes. Thank you.”

He rubbed your hair, “You’re an okay kid, Soc. Always have someone, some, er--soc join you on yer’ way home.”

Then he left with his greaser friends. Mark was handsome. You hated to admit, but he was. He was the same type of handsome as a young Johnny Depp, if more, he was gorgeous. His hair was jet black, with the signature grease lingering within. He wore his worn-out denim jeans with a leather jacket that complemented his white shirt underneath. You couldn't see his face clearly, but it was full of cuts and bruises. Yes, they were the guys your parents warned you about. Cigarettes and switchblades.

Yet you couldn’t stop thinking about the greaser. You absentmindedly poured toothpaste on your hand instead of your toothbrush; mind too occupied by the young boy you met. You had mentally slapped yourself for being so timid, you could’ve done something nice to treat him for saving you from Jacob, or at least ask for his name. It made you insane, head empty except for thoughts of the greaser. You felt hopeless but fate had other plans, since you both crossed paths, again. This time in a local diner, specifically by the concession stand. You insisted on paying for his strawberry shake and from that interaction, the greaser boy stole your heart. You exchanged smiles and names. You felt conscious under his gaze, intimidated even, but Mark proved that their tough appearance was just a façade. Behind the rugged persona hides a boy; who is carefree, a greaser boy that loved you more than his switchblade and comb.

The months you had together were paradise. He never forced you to embrace the greaser culture, and he’d let you do your thing. You were still the awkward Soc girl who wears beige cardigans over a fitted dress shirt and plaid skirt. Eloquent. Articulated. But ever since you’d started hanging out more on the east side, the soc in you started to fade and Mark didn’t know if he should be boasting with pride or afraid. You learn to spat at people, (which made your mother mortified as to where the hell did you would’ve learnt that? You just answered her with a meek smile) both literally and figuratively, the latter one because you’d seen Mark spit as a smoker and the aftermath is an itchy throat. You were staying up late and the alibi you’d use was studying at Amber’s house. The truth is, you were with Mark and his friends at the drive-in theater, making out till the guards kicked you out.

The memory wasn’t vague. But the movie flashed by the theater’s projector was ‘Rebel without a case’ starring James Dean. It was a good movie, indeed, but you are busy with Mark’s lip at the time. He was more entertaining than the movie you had paid to see. Straddling his lap you found your hands detangling his heavily styled hair. You felt his hands cupping your ass as your lips practically crashed into each other. Teeth to teeth, tongue interlacing. You were timid, but with Mark, it suddenly went away.

Pulling away momentarily you asked “Are you gonna wham, bam, thank you sweetie, me?”

His brows furrowed as his hot breath fanned your face, “What?”

You grinned, “Nothing.”

Mark rolled his eyes, his hands leaving your body as he struggled to remove something from the car’s cabin. He handed you a rose, and you found the ends of your lips twitching. You took the rose from him and shifted your attention to him. His lips were slightly parted, lips red, hickeys all over his neck. Mark was a guy full of troubles yet he was so charming. There was just something in him that made you feel enchanted, maybe it was his candidness. He doesn’t deny that he isn’t the right guy for you but he is willing to change his bullshit, just for you. The gesture made your heart turn somersaults.

“Where did you get this from?”

“Well, I’m a penny short and I oughta buy you chocolates but I’ll be late for our date. Stolen these when old man Ricky wasn’t looking.” He admitted with a frown. Your brows arched up, you weren’t expecting a blunt answer yet there he is. He looked adorable with his eyes practically apologizing for his wrong-doings. A surprised laugh came out of your lips. The laughter from you urged him to continue on talking.

“I might not be rich as the socs in your place but you have my heart and dick.”

You chortled at his statement, “Is that the answer to my statement a while ago?”

“What? The wham, bam?”

“Yeah.”

“Yea, It’ll be cool to play here with peewee.” Mark named his car “Peewee’, a 1950s Chevrolet, 4 door bel air. His lips met yours again, but this time he exerted dominance, cupping the back of your head to pull you closer to him. His other thumb stroked your thighs lightly. Mark’s kiss was deep and passionate. The world around you seems to crumble as you are too absorbed with his existence. He nibbled onto your lip, before brushing over the spot with his sinful tongue. The kiss grew urgent, his hands gripping your waist tightly carefully grinding your figure onto his lap. It made him hard and you were already soaking in arousal. He groped your ass making you yelp. You wanted this. To drown in Mark’s kisses. Mark repositioned his seat to make more room for you before he connected his lips again with yours. His touch was innocent, feathery, slightly climbing its way to your dress to touch your inner thighs.

You felt goosebumps all over your skin. His intimate touches, turned your whimpers into quiet moans against his lips, which in turn, made Mark bring one of his slim fingers to your mouth, silencing you.

“You oughta keep your voice down, baby.” He mumbled on your lip. The end of his pink lips tugging a smirk. Despite his warning, you kept going, this time trying to hold into sanity, as the feeling of Mark’s erection sent chills to your spine. You shivered when Mark’s finger wandered to the inner part of your thigh. You immediately pushed your legs apart, allowing his fingers to cup the apex of your thighs, pressing a digit onto your soaked pussy. He played with the elastic band of your panties, then carefully touched your slit. You clit throbbing and eager for his touch.

“You’re soaking wet, damn, all for me?” He cooed. His voice low, lips tickling your ear, “Does it feel good? You wanted to be touched like this?”

“Y-yes, please k-keep going.” You whined, while frantically searching for something to grasp. You arched your hips to get more access to his torturing touches.

He gave you a sly smirk, “I will, because you asked so sweetly, baby.” He placed a chaste kiss on your lips. Then, he immediately slid in his index finger into your entrance. A sigh left your mouth as you felt your walls stretch; something you’ve never felt before. “Do you feel uncomfortable?”

If a word could explain what you were feeling at the moment, uncomfortable isn’t the correct word to describe it; rather, euphoric. Mark, at this point, had fully inserted his finger to the knuckles. “No, n-no, keep going, p-please.” You whispered as you took a hold of Mark’s shoulders and gripped them for dear life; knuckles turning white. You choked out when you felt his fingers found a spot inside you. Bingo. Mark chuckled quietly, running his tongue over his lips, the sight before him was divine. You, squirming under his touch while he played with your cunt. He prodded the same exact spot again, this time you had to bury your head onto his shoulders to keep yourself quiet.

“Jackpot, baby.”

“A-ah it f-feels good!”

You squeezed your eyes shut letting the waves of pleasure soak you. You arched your hips to meet his fingers. Letting yourself feel. After one digit, Mark carefully inserted his middle finger, just beside his index. You gasped, it was an unknown feeling; your body twitched momentarily from the sudden sting. Mark met your neglected clit and rubbed it; the sting fading out. You gritted your teeth, ragged breaths leaving your mouth. You felt the arousal building inside you; ready to leave your body. If it wasn’t for Mark’s lips, silencing you, the whole theater would know what you two were doing. He planted a kiss to your cheeks, “You cumming, baby?”

The movie was still rolling, but to you it was just pure noise. You are too engrossed, head clouded, muddled with pleasure. Jim Stark said his great lines, ‘If I had one day when I didn't have to be all confused and I didn't have to feel that I was ashamed of everything’. Mark played with your clit again, his digits busy poking your g-spot, you knew, you were on the edge of coming. Mark pressed your body into his and you trembled against his lap. Your walls tightened against Mark’s fingers. With one last rub, your arousal came, he pulled his fingers away from you. Your panties, now soaking wet. You made a mental note to throw those out to the washer as soon as you go home. Your body collapsed against Mark’s chest. He raised his fingers; wet and glistening with your juice. You felt your cheeks flare when you saw how he popped his fingers onto his mouth, leaving a satisfying groan at the taste of you. You covered your face in embarrassment and felt Mark’s chest vibrate with laughter. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you more.”

It was fun while it lasted. A typical bad boy and good girl, two teenagers in love. The relationship was almost as perfect for you. You never had arguments with him, because he was so chill about everything you do. Yet then, in the blink of an eye, the relationship turned into a complete fiasco.

Maybe you were too confident that people wouldn’t stick their noses in other people’s business, but they proved you wrong. You were oblivious to the fact that everyone’s eyes were set upon you. Eventually a rumour circulated around the school you and Mark were attending.

“Did you hear about Y/N, girls?”

It piqued your ears. You stopped your tracks to hear the answer, “Her and Mark, that greaser boy, oh God, he’s crazy and drives her mad!”

You were stunned at the outburst. The only person who knows about your relationship was Amber, other than that, your mouth was completely sealed. You opened your locker and grabbed your books. Just as you slammed the door shut, you came face to face with Avril, the school’s queen bee and apparently, Jacob’s new toy. She gave you a sly smirk.

“I never knew you’d be the type to date a greaser. That’s just out of your boundaries, eh?”

You raised your brow, completely facing her, “How did you know about that?”

Her smirk widens, showing sets of teeth with a slight smudge of her violet lipstick, “Good ol’ boy Jacob saw you two at the local drive-in. Next day, he had the rumors circulating like shit.”

You folded your arms to your chest, “Listen, what you’ve heard are all just rumours.”

“Oh yeah? Your brother’s gang happened to be with Jacob that time.”

You felt the blood drain from your face. It was now painfully clear; the night you came home, your brother, Jaehyun, wasn’t already home. When he returned, two hours later, he was panting heavily, cuts all over his face, and he was carrying his favorite baseball bat drenched with mud and a liquid colored crimson; blood. You seized her collar and the people around you gasped at your sudden movements. You hissed while she struggled to remove your grip, “Where the hell is Jacob?”

Avril sniggered, “And why should I tell you? So you can save your wimpy little greaser boyfriend? Well news flash he’s a maniac!”

You held her collar more tightly, holding the fabric close to her neck. Avril gasped for air, her arms flailing. She gave in and choked out, “Locker room.” You pushed her away and her body flung against the lockers. The other students jumped away in fear. You glanced over your shoulder, “He isn’t a maniac Avril. He is more of a gentleman than your misogynistic boyfriend will ever be,”. You trailed away, planning on beating Jacob up with one of your thick algebra books. You could still recall the moves Jaehyun had taught you. Aim at the jaw, because that is the human’s shut off button, and that is what you intend to do.

It didn’t take you long to find Jacob. After a series of turns, you arrived at the boy’s locker room. As you entered, there were few catcalls heard, but you chose to ignore— hey ya, sexy, as it was pointless— boys with their foul words because they never think with their minds. Jacob stood out among the other lads in the room. He was tall, had blonde hair, icy-blue eyes, a jock, and while it was hard to admit, he was really handsome. But he wasn't the right guy, and you were sure, as he never met your standards. His icy blue eyes widened at the sight of your marching figure, the ends of his lips tugging upward. Feeling triumphant as if he’d won his recent football match.

“Do you wish to continue our little rendezvous?” He gave you a lazy grin. You stopped your tracks and tilted your head a little bit higher to match his gaze. If books could give an exact definition of Jacob, he could be compared with Ares, the god of war; As Homer called him, murderous, bloodstained, the incarnate curse of mortals. But strangely, a coward, too, who bellows with pain and runs away when he is wounded. Jacob only knew how to fight, it's a giveaway, with his nice fit and physique. But he plays dirty and hides underneath a girl’s skirt when he knows he fucked up. He is too much of a coward, never using his brain, rather letting his dick think for him. Him and Mark have a gargantuan difference, and for that, loving Mark, was the biggest choice you have never chosen to regret.

“What is this all about Jacob?”

He ran a finger through his slightly damp, golden locks. His brows shot upward, his lip jutting out, as if proving to you, what he did was something you should never be mad about. He shrugged, “I just made a psa.” He leaned down to match your height, “Soc girls ain’t for greasers. I was simply just saving you.”

“You aren’t my dad so you don’t go dictating me what to do and what not to do!”

He raised his left brow, “Hell yeah? I cannot accept the fact you chose him over me, Y/N! Are you fucking insane?”

“No. But I am capable of choosing the people who are best for me.”

“Betcha brother didn’t take the news nicely.”

You gave him a glare and jammed the algebra book to his face. The reason why Jacob spread those malicious rumors about Mark is because he couldn’t accept the fact that you have chosen grease over money. He had an ego to protect and so, he went lashing out, ruining someone else’s image. You stormed out of the locker room to search for your brother. He must’ve gone mad at this point. The thought gave you chills, Jaehyun beating Mark to death. You could recall how he wore his adorning rings earlier in the morning before you both left the house. Those rings had helped Jaehyun beat someone into pulp, almost killing his foe with it. Bullshit. You had algebra at eight, but you have chosen to flunk it. Worried to death, all you could think of was mark.

Jaehyun seized Mark’s now bloodsoaked white t-shirt. Jaehyun felt extreme frustration, he couldn’t control the shaking of his fists as well as the baring of his teeth. Jaehyun made a beeline for Mark’s jaw, and not content with the results; he made another uppercut, straight into the greaser’s gut. Johnny released his hold on Mark’s shirt. At that moment, Mark couldn’t think straight; it was as if his mind had been a finished puzzle and Jaehyun’s assault had it jumbled to pieces. The greaser clenched his stomach; his head was throbbing like hell. He could almost taste the bitter, salty taste of bile. Fucking hell. Jaehyun surely shook the greaser’s system, like literally.

Jaehyun held his wrist and twirled it. He ignored the stinging sensation on his cheek. That wasn’t one of his concerns. His cheeks could wait but his fist couldn't. What Jaehyun hated and was concerned about the most was having a greaser fuck with his sister. It was just an overall no for him. Also, the fact that Jacob blurted out the news while he was in the midst of a football game just made him more of a misanthropic jock wanting to choke the hell out the guy who played with his sister.

Jaehyun breathed. “Stay the hell out of my sister’s life, greaser.”

Mark spat out blood. His voice was hoarse. “Why should I do that?”

“Because I said so.”

“Hell no, soc. I ain’t doing what’cha want, just because y’all want me to.”

Jaehyun’s patience was paper thin and the fact that his day wasn’t getting any better was wearing him down. “You’re testing my patience, huh greaser?”

Jaehyun nodded towards Johnny and the center gripped both of Mark’s shoulders. Mark gulped hard, trying to wiggle his way out of Johnny’s grip, but the guy was just big, he stood no chance.

Jaehyun gritted his teeth. Mark’s eyes trailed down the shiny metal Jaehyun was holding, a switchblade. Jaehyun twisted the blade elegantly in his hands. Mark never felt fear in his life, it was the emotion he had long forgotten. But he stood there, defenseless, with the socs dominating him, all he could do was to wait for his fate, or his death. “Stay the fuck out of my sister’s life, greaser.”

A girl's voice shook the three. “Jaehyun! Stop!”

You stood there disheveled, as if you had just run a few kilometers. Your blouse is crumpled, the first buttons were well, unbuttoned. Your chest rises with every exhale you make. Your eyes trailed at Mark then towards your brother. “Jaehyun, stop.”

Jaehyun glared at you. He never looked at you like that, ever.

His tone was strict. “Go back to your classes.”

“Jaehyun, I-”

“I said. Go. back. To. your. Classes.”

You stood there dumbfounded, staring back at your fuming brother. Then, he yelled at you, snapping you out from your daze.

You fucked up.

Years. You are not allowed to go out alone anymore. The last contact you had with Mark was the time, he and Jaehyun were ‘talking’. No proper goodbyes, no proper closure. You had blamed Jacob for all of that. You were beyond frustrated, you missed the boy who made you feel like a human, alive, loved. But, now he only exists in your memories. Markie and his goofish car, peewee.

Present time.

“Hey Y/N!”

You squinted. Madonna’s songs played loudly in the local diner. Your vision blurred while trying to find the familiar figure of Amber.

“Hey Y/N!”

“Whaaaaat?!”

You leaned on the diner’s counter. The alcohol had taken a toll on you and all you wanted to do was to dance the night away with Material Girl playing loudly in the background. You pumped your fist in the air, head bobbing up and down, you started to dance carelessly towards the dance floor. Having to drink alcohol had your appendages work on their own. You leaned too far and had your body bumping on someone else’s.

You slurred. “Sorrrry.”

Amber cursed under her breath. “This girl is unbelievable.”

You continued on, singing on the top of your lungs, “I’m a material giiiiirl!”

Amber mustered her strength to grab you out of the dance floor, and to avoid you practically flailing your body towards the other college party-goers.

I made it through the wilderness. Somehow I made it through..

You shoved your body through the crowd to sluggishly approach your car. Head empty, intoxicated with alcohol and all you can think of was Mark.

You pulled over the familiar neighborhood. The darkest pits of the society. You eyed the shovel in your trunk and the rose, a random guy handed to you earlier. You approached the door and pounded harshly on the door.

The door opened with a loud hiss. And the guy you’ve been yearning for, stood before you. He eyes the rose and the shovel in your hands. A slow smirk painted his lips.

“What’ya doin’ here?”

“Mark.”

“I’m done with you. Cause people like you always want back what they can't have. But I'm past that and you know that. So you should turn back to your rat pack, tell 'em trash.”

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ohtheseboysilove · 4 years

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Can you do a smut with Ben please when reader is a virgin and you and him are best friends since childhood but you come for Christmas holidays to his apartment and he finds out that you are a virgin when you two watch something on Netflix and he offers to help you. You know what I mean. 😂😂😂 Love your writing. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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2235 words. Fluff and smut.

"A hot cocoa for the lady" Ben smiled sweetly and handed your the warm drink. "And a...absolutely cheesy Christmas movie, alright" He shook his head with an amused smile at your choice for the movie but took a seat next to you anyway.

"Thanks Benny" You wrapped the blanket around you tighter and drank a little sip from the delicious sweet drink. "And thanks for letting stay at your place for few days, London is so amazing during winter" You said as looked through the window, small snowflakes falling softly.

"My pleasure, love" Ben winked and patted the sofa, letting Frankie cosily sat between the two of you. "I feel like it had been forever since I saw you"

"True, well London - New York isn’t like that easiest places to visit each other" You chuckled and he nodded, drinking his own hot cocoa.

You and Ben fell in a comfortable silence, both of you watching the movie, only broke with few amused comments.

Until a second scene appears on screen. Nothing too visual but the two lovers were implicitly going at it in a tiny bathroom of a pub. You felt your cheeks grew hotter as the girl moaned excessively loudly and it only made Ben giggled, finding the scene clearly ridiculous.

"This is bullshit, toilet sex is like, the worst thing ever. You don’t have any space and there always someone knocking on the door anyway" He shook his head and threw few pop corns inside his mouth.

You only chucked awkwardly for all answer. How could you know that ? You were still a virgin. 21 years old of pure abstinence. You were a bit embarrassed about that, you knew you shouldn’t be but you were the last of your friends being virgin and sometimes you wondered if something was wrong with you. But there no way you would tell him to your best friend since childhood. He would be shocked. Especially since you remembered he lost his at the young age of sixteen.

Be threw you a curious glance at your lack of answers and his smile grew at your red cheeks.

"Someone seems a bit embarrassed" He grabbed the remote and paused the movie, turning his body to look at you properly. "Is this because you do enjoy bathroom sex ?" The blond teased you, amusement shinning inside his green eyes.

You, on the other end, was mortified. You were a bad liar and he was putting you in a very uncomfortable situation without even knowing it.

"I will not discuss my sex life with you, Benjamin" You cried, buried your face against Frankie’s warm fur, stroking her gently as she snored quietly.

"What ? Come on ! Where not kids anymore, don’t be so embarrassed" He nudged you and you threw him a warning look, earning a chuckle from the blond.

"Don’t wanna talk about it" You sat correctly and stared at the screen, cheeks burning hot.

"Why not ? Are you into really hard kinky stuffs ? Is that why you so embarrassed ?” Damn Ben and his insatiable curiosity, the less you answered, the more he wanted to know. “I’m not one to judge you know, I do like being rough sometimes" He winked at you as you threw your hands in front of your face, trying to find a way to make him drop the subject.

"Ben, please shut up" You mumbled, chewing anxiously your bottom lip.

"Jesus (Y/N), you are not fun" He groaned and rolled his eyes. "Can I at least know who was your first ? I never knew if you had sex or not with this Nathaniel in high school. You were already so secret back there !" Once again his greenish eyes were on you, a little smile curled on his face as he clearly waited for an answer.

"That’s not of you business" You spat and crossed your arms, praying this awful conversation would just stop right now.

"Alright, you don’t leave me any choice..." Suddenly he was tickling you mercilessly, fingers poking your ribs with a smirk.

You were awfully ticklish. In a matter of seconds, you were crying and begging for him to stop, chest burning under the laughing.

“Please Benny ! Stop that !" You tried to kick him but he easily avoided your feet.

"Promise you’re gonna answer my question !"

"Okay ! Everything you want, for fuck’ sake, just stop ! I’m gonna pee myself" You panted and sighed when he finally let you go, wiping a tear from your cheek.

"So ? Nathaniel ? Or this asshole of Ricky ? Please, don’t tell me you slept with Ricky" He chuckled and you swallowed nervously, feeling like maybe you needed to tell the truth to someone.

"I didn’t sleep with Nathaniel or Ricky"

"Glad to heat that, love. So was it an American guy then ?" He smirked and wiggled his brows funnily. "Or someone more exotic ? Perhaps during your spring break in Spain ?"

You scratched your nose, your stomach churning with shame. You took a deep breath, it was just Ben, he wouldn’t make fun of you.

"I...I never...hum" You giggled nervously and he arched a brow, curiously. "I never had sex. Not yet, I mean" Your gaze fell on your chipped nail polish, feeling Ben’s surprise gaze on you.

"You— You’re virgin ?" He repeated, clearly shocked by your words. "But...how ?" He asked incredulously.

"You tell me" You groaned with embarrassment, not looking at him once. "Can we just finish the movie now ?"

He didn’t say anything, simply nodding before pressing play again. The rest of the movie was spent in an awkward silence and now you were regretting you said the truth to Ben. He must think you were some kind of freak.

"Well...I’m gonna...go to bed, it’s late" You murmured as the film ended, barely flashing him a little smile.

You closed the door of your room and sat on the bed, cursing at your stupidity. Why didn’t you keep your mouth shut ? Stupid.

A quick knock on your door made you jumped and an uncomfortable Ben entered your room, hand scratching his red neck.

"I’m sorry for pushing you to tell me about your sex life. I shouldn’t have" He sighed and you shrugged, not sure what to say. "But you know there no need to be ashamed about it, right ?"

You humphed, clearly annoyed by his answer.

"Easy to say, mister every girls wanted to have sex with me in highs school" The blond bit his lips with a little smile. You weren’t wrong about it, Ben had been quite good looking and playing rugby in high school, so he was pretty popular back there. "I thought after high school it would be different but it’s not, it’s even worst. Everyone assumed that I had sex so now I’m just...scared to actually to do it. To do something embarrassing" You confessed and Ben came sit next to you, listening carefully.

"I understand but sex...isn’t such a big deal, yah know ? You just need to be sure and trust the other person..."

"Sure ? Come on, Benny, I’m twenty-one, of course I’m bloody sure I want to have sex !" You exclaimed, face flushing at the desperation in your tone. "When I was young, I stupidly thought that I wanted to be in love or something like that but now, I just want to have sex and stop worrying about being a bloody virgin" You mumbled, fingers playing with the hem of your tee-shirt.

"Then I maybe have a solution for you" He said but he seemed nervous, his pads rubbing his jaw. "You can’t totally say no but don’t take it wrong, it’s just something I thought about" You looked at him suspiciously and nodded slowly, letting him continuing. "I...I can have sex with you, if you want. Before you slap me or anything, I’m just acting as a friend alright ? If you want to just get done with it, I will do it"

"You— You want to have sex with me ?" You murmured incredulously.

"Well, you’re fit. I wouldn’t mind" He shrugged.

"Okay" You blunted after few seconds of silence. Ben was certainly hot and you were both close, maybe it was your best shot. "I’m in"

"Yeah ? Alright, let’s pop that cherry" He joked and you chuckled, feeling a ball of nervousness growing in your belly.

It was actually happening.

"You’re sure you want it ? With me ?"

Ben was fully naked, body resting between your legs after some really nice foreplay, making you ready for him.

"Benny, just fuck me please" You groaned and moved your hips against his length, earning a little whine from the blond. "I waited long enough, come on" You were nervous but also excited to do it, finally understood what was the fuss about sex.

"Alright, missy, I’m gonna take a good care of you" He smirked and gave his cock few pumps before entering you slowly.

It burned. The feeling of his cock stretching your walls wasn’t nice at all. It stung badly but you simply bit your lips, waiting until it went away. Ben was careful and very sweet, apologising every time you whimpered, promising it would be better after.

"I can’t— I can’t believe I’m actually having sex" You giggled breathlessly as Ben’s face was all scrunched, trying his best to not move inside you. "It’s finally happening" You gently patted his cheek, wiping a drop of sweat from his forehead. "Thanks Ben, really"

"Glad I can help" He chuckled but few veins were popping on his neck, clearly into a tense position. You decided to end up his agony and gave a tentative rolling of the hips. "Oh shit" He cursed, eyes closing momentarily as you breathed loudly, that was definitively a new sensation.

"You can move, Benny" You murmured and linked your fingers behind his neck, hooking your legs behind his bum like you saw in movies.

He nodded and pressed a soft kiss on your lips before slamming into you, earning a gasp from your throat.

"Good ?" You shook eagerly your head and wiggled under him, silently asking for more. "You feel so good, Jesus" He buried his face against your neck, biting and licking at your sensitive skin.

"Ben, oh god !" You sighed loudly, fingers tugging at his hairs as he kept ramming inside you, imposing a steady rhythm.

You felt so good and weird at the same time. You thought about your first time for years and it was happening right now. You never imagined Ben would be the one to fuck you first but you certainly weren’t complaining now. He was being attentive to every of your reactions, sponging hot kiss on your collarbone and thumb working on your clit, it felt divine. You didn’t do much, mostly moaning and mistreating his blond locks but he didn’t stop you either.

You came. Harshly. It was nothing like with your vibrator back home. It was much more powerful and intimate, sharing this moment with someone, especially with Ben, it was definitively something else.

"How does that feel, love ?" You cried for all answer and he chuckled before crashing his lips on yours, bruised them from the roughness of the kiss. "Fuck, I’m gonna come, baby ! You’re ready for my cum ?" His hot, raspy voice murmuring right into your ear was doing thing to you, mind dizzy with all these new and wonderful sensation.

"Yes, Ben ! Come in me, please !" You begged and you didn’t know were these filthy words were coming from but Ben seemed to love that as he grabbed your ass, fucking you even deeper. "Holy shit, oh !"

"Bloody hell, babe !" He let out a throaty moan before collapsing on top of you, both of you breathless and smiling. "That was some good sex, Christ" He chuckled at your tired but satisfied features.

"I can’t really compare but yeah, I did enjoy myself" You giggled, your body filled with this delicious feeling of after sex, completely relaxed.

"I’m really happy to hear that" He winked at you and wiped his sweaty forehead against your cheek, making you gasped.

"Ben, piss off ! This is disgusting" You scrunched your nose at the gesture and pushed away from you, rolling your eyes as he laughed, apparently proud of himself. "You’re a pig"

"Poor little thing. You didn’t mind having my dick in your mouth but suddenly a bit sweat is too much for the lady hum ?" He teased you and you felt your cheeks turned red at his crude words.

"Ben ! God, you’re the worst" You let out a little chuckle and pulled the covers above your bare chest, a cold shiver rolling down your spine. "Thanks again, Ben, seriously" You smiled softly and he imitated you, tussling your hairs.

"You’re very welcome, darling. I hope you enjoyed your Christmas present" He smugly said and you snorted loudly.

"You can’t offer me your cock as a present, Benny" You slapped his chest playfully.

"But I just did ! And you weren’t complaining. At all" He gave you a cocky look and you shook your head in amusement. "I should have put a little red bow on it to stay in the Christmas mood"

#ben hardy x reader #ben hardy x you #ben hardy smut #christmas prompts

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